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Chinaman's Chance

... a little hump for my back. Twine looped around my neck and tied to my waist kept me in a stooped position. Baggy trousers hid my weapons. Maggie thought I could pass. I looked in the mirror and hoped it would be enough. It was show time. My first test was with Mary. Would she recognize me? I stood nearby her for almost for a full minute before I revealed myself. She was impressed. On the way to the parlor house, she told me how happy her family was to get the smugglers off their backs, but now they were curious and worried about what she had promised in return for the money. "I told them not to worry and it was none of their business what I promised," she said. "I told them if I die tomorrow, I will die happy." "I don't want you to get hurt," I responded. "If trouble starts, I want you to leave and go straight home." I didn't want to be worrying about anyone's safety. I didn't know if I was going come out of this alive, but I didn't really care as long as Madame Bordeaux died before me and at my hands. That got me to thinking about Sarah and the other women in the house. They were all innocents in their way. Well, I couldn't think of everything. Mary told me no one was allowed to use the secondary doors to the building. They were locked and barred. Everyone had to enter and exit through the front door and past the guard. I asked about the bouncer. I had a score to settle with him, too. "Different one," Mary said. "Jake was friends with Sammy and quit when he heard how Sammy ...

... died." That revelation surprised me. How could Chen have been friends with a man like Jake? But then again, why not? No one in this world is perfect. I decided to forgive Jake. My husband would have wanted me to. However, I doubted whether Jake would ever change his ways. One less clown to worry about. "Good morning, grandma," the armed man said when he opened the door to Mary's knock. "Who's your friend?" "This is Olive. She help today. Madame say okay." I looked up at him and smiled with my stained teeth and gums. I mumbled, "Good morning, fuckhead," in Mandarin. "She say you cute," Mary translated. The man flinched and waved us through. Madame Bordeaux was a late riser. She wouldn't make an appearance until mid morning at the earliest. It was still plenty early and I made myself useful helping Mary with her chores. The girls who worked there started wandering through in various states of undress. I was told the first clients didn't show until early afternoon. Then the girls had to look their best. I finally saw Sarah. She was staring at me trying to figure out if it was me. I smiled and winked at her. Sarah blushed and looked away. I worked my way over to where she was standing. I whispered in a low tone of voice. "If Hell breaks loose, you get yourself and the others out of here fast, do you understand?" She nodded and I slipped her some more double eagles. "This is too much," Sarah whispered back. "I can't spend it where I'm going." "Who are you and what the hell are you ...